Foggy Mirrors - Slim Dusty, The Travelling Country Band

Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light a smoke

Then a few miles further on I find a place

Where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten wheels and check their loads

Before we start the last leg of this race

Yes this race to beat the traffic and this race to beat the scales

And this race to get unloaded early too

Seems our industry’s gone crazy time is all some care about

What I’d give for those old truckin' days we knew

And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by

Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past

An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear about

That this trip with wool from Winton is my last

Goin' home, headin' home

In both mirrors clearly dear one I can see your honest face

And our children’s cheery eyed at your side

Through the fog streaked mirrors clearly do I see your sunny smile

That’s my love known since you were first my bride

Though my eyes are laced with roadmaps and so many years have gone

Every detail of your features I can see

And these mirrors bring me mem’ries of the laughter of our kids

As you drove them to some depot to meet me

And as my boggies hug the white lines while the miles are flyin' by

Both my mirrors show me pictures of the past

An' in between the split shift changes to myself I swear about

That this trip with wool from Winton is my last

Goin' home, headin' home

And I’ve asked myself a thousand times when I’ve been on the track

Just why you’ve stuck to me through all these years

As I watched my mirrors blurred by fog I cannot clearly see

My tyres is it fog or is it tears?

And as my boggies hug the white line while the miles are flying by

These old mirrors told the story of the past

And in between the split shift changes to myself I’ve made this vow

That this trip with wool from Winton is my last

Goin' home, headin' home at last